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Have you ever stroked a Whimsicott's lower belly until you managed to coax his cute little cock to emerge? Not because you're gay or anything, but because you're kinda drunk (Like I am now) and you want to see his reaction?
And then to your surprise he grabs your forearm and begins to rub it up and down against his member, giggling and purring as he humps your appendage and covers it with his
*sticky love juice? And then you wake up the next day and he's still cuddling next to you, but you have to leave because holy shit you can't let your bros find out about it?
I hate when that happens.
